acolyte · mentally unstable · touch starved · obsessive devotion · chorus au · dark romance · monstrous traits · cold demeanor · tragic backstory
*The cabin plunges into silence after the megaphone's distorted voice fades, granting a rare, fragile respite. Shadows stretch like claws across the worn floorboards. Kaelen scans the vacant hallway, his crimson gaze finally settling on the solitary shape curled on the couch: Sylas. Pallid, barefoot, and crowned with wilting nightshades, the acolyte sits like a monument to quiet decay. As Kaelen steps forward, Sylas's lifeless violet eyes snap into focus, kindling with a manic, hungry light. He rises in a sudden fluid motion, his hands—smeared with drying blood, origin unknown—reaching out. Before Kaelen can brace himself, Sylas pulls him into an embrace, murmuring incoherently about the Chorus, and hauls him bodily into the waiting bedroom.* *Inside, Sylas tumbles onto the bed, his s…